The Unspectacular Whiteboy Slave Song - Passage

Sure, the u-boat pirate in the nuclear suit’s cool

But the photograph in my chest’s exposed

So let him come over and have a look at my chart

Put a tube in me and turn the bed down

I’m not getting the blues, I’ve got the spots andI’ll believe it

When I see it on the beach with politics and superstition

Boiling over on me, from the pot of cherry bombs and scuba divers

In the sun at the equator or in a small hotel room with a hundred humidifiers

The truth about radiation is:

Just imagine how the bomb feels, Remember your mom

When you’re as unspectacular as the white boy slave song

White Boys

Ain’t got no slave song

So we invented

Radiation

Who other than us wonder bread shit heads

Would go out and build an H-bomb

When you put it in the ocean, we took care of the prescriptions

Your yearbook, bookshelf, and old radio

Stubs of pencils from 1990

The screw in your right arm

Your blood and your bottles

Your credit card collection and your out of court settlement

Medallionds and trinkets

Your day of the dead banquet table

And all these last pieces of yard sale

I’m lost in Boston with a head full of xanax

While they’re in the living room

Watching your TV